The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

202. A greater danger is coming

The strong men had already stepped into the Autumn Water Cold Wave half an hour before Xu Chen. Most people did not need to look for Xu Chen, so they had no chance to see the earth-shaking battle.

Even if they realized that Xu Chen and Guan Qiongyin were fighting, they would not go over to watch.

The strong men who entered the Autumn Water Cold Wave did not have the leisure to pay attention to others. What they had to do was to look for treasures and the legendary Qi Tian Shu on their own.

If they were in the outside world, and saw the powerful people in the martial arts world engaging in a world-shaking and soul-stirring battle, they would join in the fun.

How can I have the leisure time in the cold autumn tide?

Not to mention that the heavy snow hindered their perception. Unless they were close, they would not have been able to detect that a battle was going on over there.

"Why can't I see anything here?"

A Saint Realm cultivator couldn't help but complain. He had been walking here for half an hour, but couldn't find any treasures, let alone ordinary items.

There is snow everywhere.

It seems like there is nothing else in this world except snow.

The most important thing is that he can only feel the people here and cannot feel anything else here.

It seems that everything in the cold tide of autumn water is forbidden to be felt and must be seen with the naked eye.

This person is a cultivator at the Saint level, known as the Saint of the South Wind, Sun Weicai.

His perception was already quite strong, but he still couldn't sense anything.

"It's okay. With such a big autumn cold wave, I don't believe there's nothing."

The saint standing by said half-jokingly that he was also a saint in this group.

Chen Yuanchen, known as the Yuanchen Saint.

Most practitioners who have reached the Saint Realm have their own titles.

Powerful saints will even be included in exaggerated-sounding titles such as the Seven Great Sword Immortals.

For example, although Feng Qing'er has not reached the emperor realm, she is still listed among the seven great sword immortals because of her strength at the peak of the saint.

There is no need to say more when you reach the Emperor Realm.

Many practitioners in the Emperor Realm are either called immortals or celestial masters.

There are five saints gathered here, wanting to explore together.

The main reason is that there are many emperor-level strongmen here, and a saint can be easily killed by the emperor-level strongmen.

Even if the five saints cannot defeat the emperor-level strongmen, they can at least have one or two chances to escape.

As for the Grandmaster...

That is totally useless, so most of the time saints team up with saints, and masters team up with masters.

Emperor Realm powerhouse...

They disdain to form teams.

All the practitioners who have reached the Emperor Realm are overlords of their respective regions, and they have their own pride.

They will not team up with practitioners of lower realms than them, and it is difficult for emperor-level strongmen to form teams, so most of them travel alone.

"It's almost an hour, right?"

The leading saint Wang Xin'an calculated the time and frowned.

In this white world, he could only calculate time by relying on his body's senses.

The Autumn Water Cold Wave occurs once every three hundred years, so of course he has never been here.

But rumor has it that this is a world where crises and opportunities coexist.

There are many dangers, but also many treasures.

To obtain treasures, luck and strength each account for half.

The problem is that he hasn't found any treasure yet, so there is no danger to speak of.

What the hell is going on here?

He doesn't understand.

They are still complaining about not being able to see the treasure, but soon they will know the benefits of having nothing.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xin'an finally saw a figure in the distance.

The figure looked like a human, but it was not quite the same as a human.

Because the figure was too huge.

More than a hundred feet.

Like a small hill.

The giant was huge, but hunched over, like an old man in his twilight years.

He had exaggerated muscles that bulged like meatballs, and a horn on his head that was similar to a cow's horn, but different.

As the giant approached, his figure gradually became clearer and larger.

Just like the breath of other things in this world, Wang Xin'an could not feel the existence of any breath, like a soul wandering in this world, unable to perceive its existence.

This also meant that he had no idea of how powerful the giant was.

Wang Xin'an knew this was dangerous.

But it's just as the world says.

Danger also means opportunity.

They came to Qiu Shui Han Chao for the treasure.

It is obvious that this giant is equivalent to a powerful spiritual beast, and every part of his body is full of treasures.

They have five saints here, so even if they can't defeat them, some of them can escape.

Perhaps it had been too long since he had seen anything, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he shouted, "Come closer!"

The saints also became interested. They had finally seen some living creatures in this snowy land, and they didn't want to miss this opportunity.

As saints, they had naturally killed those spiritual beasts with huge bodies. The larger the creature, the more clumsy its movements.

As saints, they can solve the problem with speed.

Chen Yuanchen took the initiative and dodged.

He came not far from the giant, and with one sword he stirred up a strong wind. The sword energy hissed in the air and gradually formed a storm-like existence.

The sword was so fast that everyone thought the giant probably didn't even have time to react.

Even if there is, the movements of that huge body must be slow, and Chen Yuanchen can get rid of the giant by dodging and then killing him.

But they soon discovered they were wrong.

The giant disappeared from Chen Yuanchen's sight the next second.

Chen Yuanchen's heart turned cold in an instant.

Then comes the body.

His body was trampled into the snow, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Bloody.

A saint died just like that.

The figures moving forward suddenly stopped.

Even though they had seen countless cruel scenes, they had never imagined that a saint could die so easily and so simply.

So much so that they were all stunned for a moment.

This moment of distraction led to irreversible consequences for them.

The cold wind howled, and blood splattered on the face of Sun Weicai, the Saint of the South Wind.

He found that the saint in front of him had been trampled to death by the giant. He was so scared that he screamed and ran away.

But how can I escape?

The possessed giant swung his fist down.

This punch was like a mountain pressing down on him.

He swung his sword and resisted with powerful sword energy.

In just a moment, sword energy splashed like water.

He was smashed into the snow, forming a hole.

The next saint was also unable to escape and was soon trampled to death by the giant, just like people trampling on passing ants.

This is the real gap between ants and humans.

In less than two minutes, the four saints lay dead in the snow.

At this moment, Wang Xin'an finally understood why some saints would not come here.

I finally understood what danger was.

But it was too late.

The mountain pressed down on him.

Wang Xin'an couldn't resist no matter what. He was just like an ordinary person encountering a collapsed mountain, with no power to fight back.

His entire body, along with the sword energy, was crushed by the mountain.

The five-member saint team disappeared just like that.

The giant dragged his bloody feet forward, leaving behind bloody footprints.

There are many such creatures in the cold autumn tide.

Danger is approaching.

203. Who is whose hero?

No one saw the death of the Saint Squad, but many people noticed something was wrong.

Many people noticed something was wrong before they even saw the giant.

The weather gradually became worse, so bad that even the practitioners in the upper three realms felt unwell.

Several masters have turned into ice sculptures in the process of advancing, becoming part of the autumn water cold wave.

Not to mention that practitioners at the thirteenth level and below are not allowed to set foot here, even practitioners at the upper three levels are extremely dangerous.

"what happened?"

Xiang Xiuzhu, the Northern Sword Saint, frowned. He found that things were far beyond their imagination.

No one knew that the Qiu Shui cold wave was very dangerous, and they had already made preparations.

But it's too dangerous.

There have been examples in history of Grandmaster-level practitioners leaving here. Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for a Grandmaster-level practitioner to spend a month safely and leave here.

The only hope is to stay at the door of the autumn cold wave.

Is this how people in the past lived?

This is not reasonable.

There are examples in history of Grandmasters and below who successfully escaped and achieved success overnight because of good fortune.

Although there may be less than ten such examples over the past thousands of years, they do exist.

It's all so abnormal.

According to the current situation, practitioners at the Grandmaster level and below are basically waiting to die, and no one will survive.